Page 108 of My Crazy Killers
I grin, then do it again, and he takes a step toward me. “Nope,” Elias says, lifting me off my feet and spinning me to face away from Sly. “I’m not letting you two delay our plans. If you want your surprise, you’ll do as he says.”
“You guys have done enough. I don’t need any more surprises,” I tell him, taking a second to wrap my arms around his waist and hug him.
He hugs me back and sighs. “One more today. I promise that’s it.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love them,” Pete adds from where he’s still lounging on the couch, surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper.
Since we missed Christmas while I was in prison, we decided to celebrate it a month later on January twenty-fifth. And the fact that we were spending it in our own home made it ten times better.
The guys had explained that since we would be traveling for work, the States was a much better place to set up as a home base. And when they told me that Montana hadweather similar to Canada's, with all four seasons, I agreed to live there.
I let the guys choose the house, as the only one I had ever lived in was Robert’s in Arizona, which was thankfully now sold. Elias got input from everyone, and he found this place really fast. Since it was vacant, we were able to move in straight away.
And not only did the guys have great taste in homes and furniture, but they also hired a construction crew to convert all the closets to open-concept spaces with no doors, something that had me in tears over the gesture.
So now, a week later, we are celebrating Christmas together in our home. We actually don’t have many personal belongings, so it made buying gifts easy. Among my favorites is a pair of black fingerless gloves that matched Pete’s. He remembered from all those months ago how I’d wanted a matching pair to his.
One of my other favorite gifts is a new necklace, this one a small heart-shaped pendant, complete with a tracker.
“Hurry up,” Elias says, letting me go and swatting at my ass.
I laugh and run up the stairs to the gigantic master suite. The guys also redid this room for us by combining three of the bedrooms. In the center of the room, below a giant window, sits a bed that must be at least three king-sized mattresses wide and two deep.
Generally, I slept in the very middle with the guys surrounding me, like a giant dog pile. I loved it, having them close every night. I thought for sure they would choose to spend some nights in the spare rooms for a break, but so far nobody has wanted to; they all seem to enjoy the company and being close.
I hum a Christmas carol to myself as I go about showering and doing my hair. When it comes to getting dressed, I try to remember what they told me. They said it’s indoors and to wear something white. I grin, remembering something new I’d gotten just two days ago and hadn’t had the chance to show them yet.
I pull on the thigh-high white stockings and clip the matching garter belt to them. Then I find the lingerie to go with it. It takes me a minute to figure out how to put it on, as it has a series of white straps that crisscross over my stomach, back, and ass. The result being that it doesn’t really cover anything, but offers up my boobs like a sacrifice.
Perfect.Let’s see them resist me now.
I’d wanted to have sex this morning, but they said we had to do presents first. And I wasn't sure what the surprise would be, but it couldn’t be better than some mind-blowing sex, right? There was literally nothing else I needed from life.
I pin a big white bow at the back of my head, adding to the innocent vixen look I’m going for. Then I slowly make my way back downstairs, pretending to act innocently and not like I wasn’t throwing gas on the fire.
“Here I come! I’m ready for my surprise!” I call as I saunter down the stairs.
As I step into the living room, my jaw drops open, as do theirs.
“Fucking shit, Wren!” Pete exclaims as I take them all in. Everyone is decked out in tuxedos that fit them like gloves.
I take a second to let my eyes roam over each of them as Elias asks, “Where did you get that?”
It takes me a second to find my voice before I can answer. “Do you like it? I feel like I’m underdressed.”
Suddenly, Dex surges toward me, his face so red that for asplit second, I think he’s angry, but when he drops to a knee in front of me, I realize it’s heat I see there. He reaches for me and yanks me close, closing his mouth over my breast. “Dex!” I cry out in surprise, my hands flying to his head.
That surprise quickly turns to arousal as I moan, “Oh, Dex!”
“Shit, you broke him,” Pete says as he and Jagger try to pull him off me. “Not yet, dude! We have to give her our surprise first!”
It’s not until Jagger slaps him over the back of the head that he jerks to attention, shaking his head as his eyes clear. “Oops. Sorry, I just…” he trails off as his eyes trail down me, making me preen a little. “Fuck.”
“Come on, keep it in your pants for a few more minutes, man,” Pete tells him as they pull him back.
Only a few more minutes?Hopefully this surprise would be over with quickly, cause if I wasn’t already getting aroused, then Dex’s mouth on me definitely made me eager for more.
“So what’s the surprise?” I ask eagerly.
